Joel is a doorkeeper for a rusty warehouse and has a wife a very angry spouse and a son one day his hip was out two bodies going on different directions his blue uniform T shirt floating in the powdered air barely walking up and down
he fell while cleaning the murky water that flooded the region of cement factories and grey hills two weeks without his employers to even pay for the pain killers or severance pay and no off time his face had the expression of a struggling red snapper
together we would watch a gossip show on the TV while he ate spiced dry beef boiled eggs and rice the stories on the TV were mostly about spouses, children, abandonment and violence and girls sleeping with their step dad a psychologist and the skinny loud mouthed blond moderator who acted as the defender of society’s completed the act
Joel could not stand up to open the door a doorkeeper who couldn’t open the door finally, after two weeks of silent pain they gave him an assistant we packed the last China bound container bellied up with modems to be refurbished and resold to a billion internet hungry Chinese beings
my job was done two weeks past and I came back he was not there anymore but I found him 200 yards away under his shack a crammed cardboard cluster of homes he was in bed lost 40 pounds and was piped up, draining blood from the chest and a bag of ***** attached to the waist someone was laying next to him sleeping the afternoon he smiled at me missing two front teeth skinny as a mummy had three tumors one trapped between the kidney and the spine one more in the stomach and the last one next to the liver he was to be taken to the hospital with a danger of loosing the kidney and his life I gave him a kiss on the forehead and left It was the same pink sunny day the same old trick of a life but something was not right it never usually is